Listen, my friend! He gave me His rosary as a token of His love, but alas!
I failed to take care of it and lost it! I was unworthy.
I have no hope to recover those precious beads by groping in my blindness.
To be so lucky one must have donated valuable gifts to the poor in one's past lives, which I have not.
I ought to have treasured it in my heart but I held it in my hand to make a show of it.
So no one else is to blame; I myself am responsible for such grievous loss.
To show one's